RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Lifting eyes towards heaven, heart bowed down in
the darkness of loss and abandonment, finding noth-
ing left.
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Chances in life come in many different types and ways,
usually bringing things that are good to have, giving
enjoyment and elation.
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Indefinitely stranded in depths of this mortal life,
living in the coldness of a hard and dark time where
we wonder if we'll ever live our lives fully again.
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Reserving thoughts quietly, stemming from intellect,
gently gathering momentum and flowing into the future
of poetry.
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Silently focusing in depths of lengthening shadows filled
with faith and hope, hidden within and beneath prospects
coming in the future.
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Patterns of shadows walking down the walkway on the second
floor, taking on the heated sun in between them, proportion-
ed just so, not letting designs fall through the cracks.
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Walking through misty clouds, mysterious, with a touch
of clarity in between them, an essence of life is being
secreted in the savory aromas of flowering ideas.
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Somber, sounds beating intensely, taking me into depths
of spirituality unheeded by doubts or fears, peaceful
and soothing, life's story gently flows.
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Emptiness flowing from an interior abandonment from days
of old when life was not so good nor kind, every morning,
walking into the desert alone, wanting to immerse myself
in nature's peaceful atmosphere.
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Been here listening to Kelli Ward, stepping up to the
establishment, letting them know that they are now done,
finding that Kelli has done her homework quite well.
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